IRENE

It burned like fire — I was speaking about my heart.

Something had to wash this memory away as I could tell how frustrating it was thinking about it.

Didn't know why, but the thought of this man and the news I just heard today took me back to five years ago.

It was the last day I’d had him, the last time I had signed those papers.

If only guilt was so easy to get rid of then I wouldn't want any of this, as I could feel the pain it was coming with.

After dropping the call, I didn't know how to react to the news I...